Enticing Charm

I stand there, stunned.

What just happened?

How did he know about Niall? I mean, I mentioned him once... did he know Niall?

And was I wanting Harry here for just comfort? Or because he I generally wanted him here with me? I wasn't sure... I slumped down to the floor and brought my knees up to my chest, Burying my face in my knees I rocked myself and forth while the rain raged a war on the window.

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Harry didn't come back in the morning.

Nor the afternoon.

Or for dinner.

Louis brought my food up to me accompanied by John.

"Hey, how you holding up?" They asked with nice grins. I shrugged. I hadn't slept. I felt so bad about doing that to Harry and Niall.....

"OK.." My voice cracks and they frown at me.

"Harry's a pussy. He'll be back. Don't worry." John says with a bright smile. I huff.

"He was pretty mad... I don't know..."

"Well what the fuck happened?" Louis pressed. They both sat on either side of me on the floor, leaning against the bed. Oh just gave me the most intimate moment with a male ever then I pictured my best friend in his place and he ran off....

"I don't want to talk about it.. he would be even more mad." I sigh. The exchange awkward glances with each other and Louis finally wraps an arm around my shoulder.

"Well, we're here for you... it'll be OK..." He says softly.

"Thanks guys.." I sigh. After they drop of my dinner, I convince them to go in case he comes back. The agree and peck my cheeks before leaving me alone to the solitude of this stupid blue room.

It rains again.

I finally give up on waiting for him.... he's not coming. He's just not, I'm stupid for waiting....

The locks jingle.. I quickly stand up and straighten out my yoga pants as the door opens and a tall figure emerges in to the dark room.

"Harry I -" I begin to apologize until I realize... it's not Harry.

I let out a little gasp and stumbled back as the man who fought with Harry in the kitchen strides in.

Oh no.

"Hi, gorgeous." He chuckles. Fear rips though me and awakens every cell in my body. "I wanted to have a little chat, you're not busy though, right?" He cocks his head and steps closer. I step back until the back of my knees hit the bed frame. "Of course you're not." he lets a menacing laugh as I stand there in shock before leaping on me.

I scream like bloody murder and put my hands to my face to protect myself but he rips them away.

"Shut the fuck up!" He hisses, gripping my cheeks roughly between his rough hands. I wince from the pressure but don't say anything. He's straddling my waist.

"Please. Don't." I breathe, whimpering underneath him.

"Oh, but why not? I could fuck you real hard. Better than Harry has been." His hand trails down to the waist band of my pants. I slap it away and let out another little shriek. He laughs at my reaction and trails over my pants. His rough hands cup my parts through my hands roughly. And I mean, hard! I scream again and push his chest but his other hand goes to the back of my thigh where he squeezes roughly, pinching the skin so hard, I know it will bruise. The hand over my sex repels so does the one on my thigh, they move to my breasts and squeeze tightly. Not pleasurably tight. Tight as in he wants to hurt me.

"You're sick!" I scream up at him, sobbing in tot the dark room. With out skipping a beat he brings a hand back slaps it down on my cheek. My head whips to the side and I bite my lip, trying to stop my out of control emotions.

"What do you want?" I scream, trying to squirm from his damaging touch. But he doesn't answer. Instead he brings his mouth to my collar bone and like a vampire, bites me, I shriek and slap the side of his head since I'm near positive that he's drawing blood. Before I know it hot tears trickle from my eyes as he chews on me like I'm a dog toy. I wince when he finally pulls away.

"You tell Harry we need to talk." he hisses. Getting off of me, he wipes his mouth. I sniffle and hiccup. "Shut your fucking mouth." He snaps. I take a deep breath and look up at him through misty eyes. He walks away, fixing his collar as he does so. Right as he's at the door he tunrs to me. "Don't worry, I'll finish with you later." He winks and slams the door.

My feet are on the ground and my hips and but lean off the edge. The trembling in my knees and my petrified body don't make a move to hold myself up as I slide off the bed and drop to the floor with a thud. Pathetic sobs rack my body. Where was Harry? If he was here this wouldn't have happened. He wouldn't have groped me....

I curl up in to fetal position and hug my knees to me. I didn't dare to close my eyes. I wouldn't want to be sleeping if he came back in.

Life times pass by as I lay on the floor.

Niall would have been here. He would have fought him off. And then he would have comforted me with his sweet words.

But then the chains jingle...

Oh god, what if he's back?! I whimper at the pain in my crotch as I make an attempt to crawl to the bathroom. I fail so I stay in my spot as a tall and slender figure appears in the door way.

"Olivia?" Harry cries out, running to me after closing the door. I don't look at him. "Holy shit, are you OK? What happened? Oh god, look at your cheek! Talk to me, who did this?" He cries, kneeling next to me.

"Harry.." Is all I can muster. His perfect arm immediately ensnare my waist and pick me up and with his hand sunder my elbows I'm pulled gently to my feet. I wince immediately.

"Olivia, whats wrong? are you OK?" His voice is sheer panic. I don't answer. I merely turn in to him and wrap my arms around his neck, feeling light headed. His hands trail down my sides while leaning down slightly, he cups under my thighs and brings my legs around him in ease. I would usually blush at this moment but right now I'm too scared. He goes to my bed and sits down, keeping me on his lap, my face in his throat. I hiccup and swallow my tears but a few fall regardless. His hands rub soothingly down my back and smooth my hair. "Hey, hey. It's alright. I'm here now." he coos.

I suck in a shaky breath. I need to tell him.

"Harry... I'm sorry!" I suddenly burst in to tears again. Not sure why I'm sobbing again. He rocks us back and forth softly.

"Why, love? You didn't do anything. Please just tell me what happened." he begs, digging his face in to my hair.

"H -he. Came in here and screamed at me... And, and he touched me!" I sob. Harry's body grows rigid.

"Who?" His voice is clipped and his tone cold and it makes me sob harder. I dig my nails in to his back and shirt. Wanting him to hold me like last night...

"The man from the kitchen." I whimper. His hands go to my hips and he gently pushes me off.

"Harry!" I cry, reaching out for him. No sure why he was pushing me away.

"I am very. very. Mad." his voice is strained and cracks. "I can be very .. unpleasant when I'm mad and I do not.. wan to hurt you." He says through gritted teeth. I cry out and shake my head.

"Please, I trust you. I do. Please just hold me, Harry. I want you to hold me like last night!'' I sob, kneeling in front of him, wrapping my arms around my chest. His breathing is shallow and labored. When his eyes meet mine there full of longing and pain. His hands outstretch lightly.

"Come here." he says softly. I scramble in to his grip and his arms hold me tight. After a few minutes he pulls me to arms distance. "Where did he touch you?" his voice is raw and urgent.

"He slapped me.." I mumble. He breathes and drops his head on mine. "And he bit me and pinched my thigh really hard and then.. then he..." Harry's face is twisted in a mess of emotions.

"Did he touch your chest?" He asks below a whisper. I sniffle and nod, tears falling. "Did he touch you somewhere else too?" He rages.


"Through my pants...." I mumble, dropping my head in shame.

"Oh my fucking god." he breath begins to get hard again. He screws his eyes shut. "Please don't be upset, Harry! I just want you to hold me and I'll be OK." I whimper, wrapping my arms around his neck tightly.

I have no idea why I craved his touch so intensely but I did. He was a drug to me and I wanted him to make me feel like he always did.

Alive and free and wanted.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't here!" He whispers. I shake my head and sniffle,

"Please don't be upset right now. I just want to lay with you. I'm going to get changed and then you have to spend the night. You aren't leaving me." I whisper, hoping to god he'll obey me. His eyes perk up at my words and he nods. Very slowly I get off of my bed and ignore the pain below my belt area at Harry's expense. I grab some shorts and a tank top, eager to feel his inked skin on mine.

I peek at him and he looks away while I hurry and slip my pajamas on.

He instantly takes my head in his hands and brushes his fingers over the slight red spot on my cheek. And then?

He kisses it. I have a small gasp and he smiles but continues to trail his lips down my cheek bone until the skin over my body is trembling. He then looks down to my collar bone, the anger resurfaces at the bite mark but I gently place my hand on his cheek to calm him. He pecks along my collar bone, leaving wet places on my scorching skin. Both of our breaths are raged and shallow.

"Let me see." he demands quietly. I frown but stick my leg over his lap. His cool fingers gently brush the hand printed bruise. And he looks up for permission. I nod.

His head goes down between my knees and he gently kisses my inner thighs, brushing his lip in soothing patterns on the damaged flesh. Not long enough later he pulls his head up.

"Are you OK down there?" He stammers, eyeing me in between the legs. "I mean if you're wincing and limping he could have hurt you. I'm not trying to be a pig but do you want me to like.. look? You have bruises on your... breasts. He could have hurt you down there. " He stammers all very fast and quietly. I look down at my chest and see the finger prints.

"Harry know ones ever seen me." I whimper.

And I swear he has a breath of relief.

"Or touched me Harry.. that was my first time..." A few tears drop and his face falls. I'm ushered to his chest and brought so that the two of us are laying down under the quilt.

"I am so sorry.... It doesn't mean anything, you'll find a guy who will touch you there and... and.. it will be perfect and amazing. And he'll make you forget about that sick fuck!'' He says almost pleadingly. I can't help but giggle at his terrible attempt to say the right thing.. "Please don't laugh." He whispers, dropping his head on to mine, pulling me tighter int o him.

"I'm sorry.." He sighs.

"Go to bed..." I nod, happy to do what as he says as long as he stays with me.

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